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This week, a good friend moved across the country and another good friend told me she intends to move across the state—by the end of this week. Yesterday, my eleven-year old fell down a flight of stairs at school, and ended up in the emergency room. She escaped with only some deep bruising and bad scrapes—mostly to her face, poor kid—but I ended up checking on her throughout the night, anyway, because what is a clear CAT scan, compare to a mother’s paranoia?

So what with one thing and another, I desperately needed something to smile about. This stuff did the trick.

If you have any smile tricks or tips of your own, please share them in the comments!

This one, features oakmoss, amber, sandalwood, with hints of tobacco and leather.

A customer thought it smelled like a “Freshly showered Sherlock Holmes”,
which might be of interest to anyone who might be thinking of sending their favorite librarian/blogger/me a little something during the upcoming gift giving season.

Karen Alpert, blogger of the hilarious and superlatively blunt Baby Sideburns
and author of I Heart My Little A-Holes (a bunch of holy crap moments no one ever told you about parenting),
knows the angst of wanting to provide our beloved children with artistic lunches that willimpress the Hermes hosiery off all the other parents
feed their bodies and imaginations, like this:

This is a real song, by the way, composed and written by Leslie Sarony in or around 1927.
The 1927 arrangement for ukelele and banjo (what else?) and slightly inebriated singer (one infers) can be found here.